Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Im at Hannah's house. It's pouring outside. It's chilly. I can't study. I feel so hung. Why don't you just tell me. I can't stand it anymore. Im cracking slowly. I rather be hurt physically then to go through with the feeling im having right now. I wanna know where i stand. It's making me more vulnerable everyday. It constantly pulling me, my whole being down. Im emotionally unwell and I can't go through it anymore. All my life i've been always been running away from my problems, this time its already impossible to run. Facing it is also hard.

Hiding my feelings?? I've always been smiling now i can't even put up a smile. It's killing me. I don't want to wear a mask anymore. My heart is aching. My nights have been sleepless. I sincerely hope you will tell me soon before it's too late. Heavily broken.